7 July, late night.
I don’t like red-eyes.
I understand how they’re useful. Once you arrive at your destination, you have the entire day to do stuff. This is with the proviso that you can sleep on command once you’re airborne. Door closes. ZZZzzzzz.
I can’t do that. Not even in 1st Class. Granted, it was 1st Class on an A320 (small plane) but nevertheless, 1st class.
I wound up tossing and turning and sleeping for only half the flight. The 1st Class food was a coldcut sandwich served with a hot bun and nice plates. The coldcuts were pretty good and we had our own flight attendant. But still coldcuts! Can’t imagine paying full fare for 1st class and getting coldcuts.
When we landed, we emerged into Singapore heat. 95 degrees with 100% humidity. Crap! At least I packed properly. Lots of linen shirts and some shorts and pants too. Welcome to Newark.